By Ada Limón
Is it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
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- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole length of the snake is the length of my brother’s body...
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel. I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose. A carnation, the fool’s flower...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Justin Phillip ReedThere it goes, thin thing, cheshiring between trees whose reaper-robes trail their trains deep underground...
- By Aria AberOver Skype, I try to document my mother’s bald-shaved youth—she has a surplus in truths, and science...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By Alison C. RollinsI am a product of my time. Time is a body that resembles a sound without a scale. Forever foreclosed...
- By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do not step on the ground, filth will smear them; your future will ...
- By Liz BerryI crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhoodand found it a queendom, a wild queendom.I handed...
- By Jane HirshfieldOn the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers...
- By OvidSome are transformed just once And live their whole lives after in that shape. Others have a facility...
- By Emma HineI don’t realize I’m starved for the color until the blood washes up on the beach. I’m craving red but...